Page 42 of Had To Be You

“It’s better now,” he smiles, taking the lunch bag from my hands, placing it on the desk beside him. He studies my face.

“You seem tense,” I tell him. “It doesn’t look like your day has been easy.”

“That might be because I’ve been busy all morning sticking it to the bad guys.” He smirks. “I think that was your perception of what happens in this office, if my memory serves me correct.”

“Well, isn’t it true?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t fool me.”

“I don’t?” he asks with a smile that shows off his perfect white teeth.

“I’m getting to know the real you. You aren’t the intense, cantankerous man you like people to believe you are,” I say, fiddling with the collar of his crisp white shirt. Our chests are so close they’re almost touching.

“Huh,” he says, looking amused. He reaches for a loose strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. It’s not enough. I want him to touch me. Liam knows how to touch a woman.

“I like this the most, you know,” I say, running the tips of my fingers over the buttons of his dress shirt.

Liam tips his head to the side just slightly and crinkles his brow. “You like what the most? I’m not following.”

“You in a suit. I love the way you look in a suit,” I tell him, watching his lips turn up in a devastating smile. My body reacts with a tickle of what feels like Champagne bubbles floating through my belly.

“Is that so?”

“It is. You look so good,” I say, splaying my palms flat across both of his pecs.

“Give me a second,” he says, holding up a finger, and all of a sudden this feels dangerous. Are we really going to do what I think we are? Anyone could walk in. Like he’s read my mind, Liam reaches for his office phone, lifts the receiver and presses a button.

“Please hold my calls, Silvia. I’m not to be interrupted during my working lunch with Ms. Reeves,” he says in his typical take-charge way. It’s broody. It’s hot. It turns me on. I haven’t decided which version of him I enjoy more: the kinder, gentler Liam who notices I need more coffee or the self-assured, always in control, commanding Liam who has the whole sexy arrogant thing down to a science. He sets down the receiver, then sets his gaze on me.

I swallow. “This is a lunch date. We should eat lunch. I brought you tomato soup and a turkey croissant.”

“We should, but we aren’t going to. Lunch can wait.”

I open my mouth, not sure what to say in response. But it doesn’t matter. His lips are on mine before I get the chance to string even a few words together. The kiss is incredible. His lips move over mine with skill and control, leaving me helpless to the intense desire mounting between my thighs. This man makes me feel so damn good.

I grasp the fabric of his shirt and he pulls my body into his by my hips. His mouth finds mine and the intensity shifts. He’s kissing me wild and fierce now. My hands are on his neck. His tongue tangles with mine. The kiss owns me, like only Liam’s lips can.

“I thought you said you weren’t on the menu?” I tease him, breaking the heated kiss.

His answer is simple and straight to the point. “I lied.”

He turns us, pushing me against his desk. It’s only just begun and it’s already incredible. I’m caged in Liam’s strong arms, the scent of him driving me mad.

“I had to see you,” he growls, against my neck. “I can’t stop thinking about how good it is with you.” The heat of his breath tickles my skin. Then his mouth closes over the column of my neck, sucking and kissing and sliding his tongue over my flesh. The sensations his mouth elicits are like fireworks, my core lit up like fire. Warm shivers and pulses travel all over my body, the deep sounds he makes when my hands find his ass spark a flame right through me.

Quickly his hands find my hips, lifting my ass onto his desk. The stack of papers that were there when I arrived are pushed to the side. So unlike Liam, which makes me realize how badly he wants me. My fingers curl over the edge of the mahogany desk as he nudges my legs open. His hands roughly move up my skirt, pushing the flimsy fabric up to my waist, before ripping my underwear down my legs.

Every single nerve in my body is reacting to him and the way his hands are touching me. I’m dizzy with lust and desire. I’m so far past caring who could walk in. There’s nothing that could make me stop this.

My hands find the buckle of his belt, then the zipper of his dress pants and when I cup him over his boxer briefs with my hand, he groans into my mouth. He kisses me with an earth-shattering, mind-tingling kiss that sends desire spiralling and my head spinning.

“Fuck,” he grunts, as I stroke his arousal. His pelvis rocks into my hand in short, controlled thrusts.

“Need you, Liam,” I breathe, taking control, pushing his pants and his briefs down his thighs.

He goes slow as he pushes his way into me. “Liam.” His name falls from my lips in a desperate plea to give me more.

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